⸻ (breathy, small, fragile) Sitting all alone, On the edge, By the sea… Watching the tide come and go, Inside my fear and panic grows, Wet and cold, All of me, Is that how it’s meant to be? (giving up, fading) The things i hear, The things i feel, Are they false Or are they real? (raspy, questioning) Do i stay in the dark Or follow the light Will i lose my life tonight? (Voice cracking) (confused, distant) Such blurred lines between, Who ive met And what ive seen. Where i went and where ive been Why the confusion? what does it mean? (soft, hollow) Am i happy, safe and well How can anyone ever tell. (growing intensity, emotional strain) Things that have happened even if i dont say Give me nightmares and wreck my days. (angry, breaking) Those people who hurt me made me this way But in my head is where they stay. Just want them all to go away. (tired, accepting, empty) It is what it is, what will be will be, Yes theres things wrong with me. (quiet, final, longing) Sitting all alone On the edge by the sea waiting to be set free…
